At times, she was grateful that he'd left Konoha. The darkness in him was something her light –or anyone's light for that matter—couldn't diminish. The brokenness he'd left her with was –after all—what had made her stronger.
Life's a house of mirrors, they say. Step carefully and slowly so that you might not end up breaking something and getting hurt. And Sakura had learned a long, long time ago that some parts of the house were already broken to begin with and you have to risk hurting yourself, if you really want to get to the other side.
Authors note:
First post in this fandom, though I've been following it for a while. Aim is to take the drabbles up to a sixty and above. Because, that's how many shades of blue there are. And blues signify lots of moods, so I'll try to put in a variety.
Either way, please drop in a review and let me know :)